Monday, 30 January 2017

wild winds blowing today
bending the boughs of the tall pines
sirens echoing in the hood
as the day gives way to evening
a cacophony of pealing
and serenading coyotes
in the ravine
so much
too much
and not enough
listening
right now calm and hopefully more so
in hours
and days and days
to come
but i'll guess we'll see
what lights up
in the year of the Fire Rooster

Thursday, 19 January 2017

sitting at the table this morning
writing or beginning to write
there was a trill and twitter
from across the street
a flock high up in the elms
flittering and then off
in one sudden swoop
is it too early for waxwings?
maybe not
in a day of melting winter
welcome welcome little birds
sing us your songs

Monday, 16 January 2017

i wonder sometimes
at 2 or 3 in the morning
like 'what's up with you?'
'what aren't you sleeping?'
and then i think of times gone by
lovely memories
little tapas and times shared over
tasty meals
and then i think
'okay! why wouldn't you want that?'
why wouldn't you say---'wake up you guys
dish it up to me!'
and so in a few hours from now
i'll shuffle out from under the duvet
down the hall
find some treats in the cupboard
get you settled
and drift off back to the land of nod
where plates are spinning high in the air on long rods
plates
but small plates
enough for everyone